The other three were slightly stunned when they heard Yang Shaohua's words. They had been in for so long and didn't know that there was a canyon in this area.

"Follow me, it's the base camp of the bandits. Maybe you will encounter some fun!"

When Yang Shaohua saw the three of them, he smiled and walked to the front to lead the way.

He jumped up and fell onto the trees, and his gray eyes opened silently, revealing the surrounding situation. However, at this moment, fireworks suddenly came from afar, blooming in the sky with strange beauty.

"This is a group signal. Everyone who participates in this bandit suppression has such signal fireworks!"

Wang Chong said beside him.

"Come and take a look!"

Yang Shaohua nodded, without saying anything, and headed for that direction first, because that direction was the only way to the canyon. It seemed that someone had met the bandits in advance, so I really didn't know that it was those unlucky guys.

As he jumped up, his gray eyes opened silently, and suddenly he had an understanding of the form of dozens of miles in a radius, and then the corners of his mouth twitched.

The crisis there was a team of seven or eight people, but they were now surrounded by fifteen or sixteen bandits in a valley...

A mercenary from a team of seven or eight people in the jungle was surrounded by more than a dozen bandits and was facing this strong crisis. The leader of the team was already red in his eyes, but he could not break through the encirclement of the thieves.

Zhao Hu kept waving the long sword in his hand, and bursts of sword flowers were waving in the air. He didn't wave it once and turned back to the blood flowers. Although he was extremely powerful, there were too many people on the other side, twice theirs, and there was not much difference in strength. You don't have to imagine how tragic the ending would be.

With a sword, Zhao Hu knocked away the bandit leader in front of him. He took a deep breath, but could not hide his fatigue. His chest floated violently, and then gently wiped the blood from the sword. Unexpectedly, this time it was loaded here, and his eyes looked around. At this time, his people had been besieged by two or three people and were seriously injured. It would not take long to turn back and defeat. When he thought of this, he felt annoyed.

"Flame Fist!!"

Zhao Hu shouted muffled, exerting his boxing skills to the peak, and instantly repelled several thieves around him, but the leader was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he was tightly entangled with him, making it impossible for him to escape.

Whoosh swish swish!!

The sound of wind breaking through the void and burst into fire. In an instant, several thieves were shot and killed on one side of the bandits. The pressure of Zhao Hu's team was relieved a lot, but it did not completely disintegrate.

Yang Shaohua took a deep breath, accurately searched for the path through gray pupils, paid attention to the fastest speed to reach the place where the chaos was fighting, and changed constantly, took off the ice bow, ran the seven-star beads, and continuously opened the bow.

Zhao Hu felt that rescue came, and was immediately overjoyed. He shouted and fought with the bandit leader again.

With the arrival of Yang Shaohua, the archer, Liu Tian and others, the pressure on the team instantly dropped greatly, and the morale continued to rise and gradually reversed the disadvantage.

However, these participating mercenaries exerted their full strength and became more courageous in battles from afar, and pushed back the balance of victory.

"How big a wave can a group of small fish cause!"

Just as everyone was excited, a low and rough voice suddenly echoed in the mountains and forests.

call!

After the sound fell, a low strong wind came from the source of the sound with a whistling sound. Suddenly, the invisible oppressive aura of clothes formed, causing everyone to tremble and their bodies to retreat backwards.

Not long after, the owner of the voice appeared in front of everyone. He was a middle-aged man with a burly appearance, gray martial arts uniform, with a slightly blood-red face in his eyes, and his face was extremely ferocious, making people tremble again and again.

"It turned out to be a warrior?"

Zhao Hu looked at the person who came and said in his heart that he was not good. It was obvious that the person who came out was the boss of this group of bandits.

"Go to die, little fish!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly and his body jumped up. An invisible aura and strong wind made everyone retreat and practice or even unable to breathe.

"Tiangang Palm!!"

A powerful and direct palm seemed to smash the void, and it soared into the sky with a strong palm wind and left Zhao Hu.

"Qingtian's sword!"

Zhao Hu couldn't help but smile, and was shocked. He repelled the bandits in front of him with a sword, and then he kept flying backwards. The long sword in his hand kept waving in front of him, forming one invisible sword wind after another, forming a dense and ventilated wind wall in front of him.

Touch...Click...

The explosion sounded like a terrifying moment in an instant, shocking the audience, and then a wave of invisible air waves swept eleven or two meters away around.

However, Zhao Hu was immediately shocked by this palm, and countless cracks appeared in the blue light sword in his hand and directly broke.

Wow!

Looking at the cracked blue light sword in his hand, Zhao Hu's face changed and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Zhao Hu is a real ninth-grade martial artist, but he can't take the move of a warrior?

"Brother Liu Tian, ​​come here and help!"

Zhao Hu's expression changed again and again. He looked at Liu Tian on the other side and shouted hurriedly. Although he knew the other party's strength, he was not the time to think about it so much now.

Liu Tian was slightly stunned when he heard Zhao Hu's words, and then gritted his teeth. Zhao Hu was kind to him. How could he not come to help if Zhao Hu was in trouble? He lifted up the long sword in his hand and gusts of breeze rose from his feet and came here.

Yang Shaohua, who was in the deep forest, saw Liu Tian's actions, shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled the ice bow, and immediately integrated the power of the ninth-grade martial soul into the arrow. If this arrow was shot, it could penetrate the mountain and shoot through the huge rocks. Even the ninth-grade martial artist would not dare to step forward.

"Surf Sword!"

Liu Tian rushed from a distance, and finally used the third-class Yuanbian sword technique. He waved the long sword in his hand, like a wave, stabbing from behind the bandits.

"Qingtian's sword!"

Zhao Hu looked at Liu Tian who was coming, his palms suddenly lined up on the ground, his body jumped up, and directly counterattacked and launched an attack.

Suddenly, the three of them were one far and two near, working together to fight against the strong man in front of them.

"Where did such a group of people come from?"

The strong man looked at the three people attacking, his face calmed down, but his hands were not negligent at all. His hands moved together, his fists and palms added together, and burst into bursts like crazy thunder, gushing the power of the martial soul in his body.

Click!!

Before Yang Shaohua's forehead had reached the strong man's head, he cut it into two pieces by his palm and fell to the ground. However, the attacks of the other two people also arrived, but they were all resolved one by one by the big man and were instantly knocked out.

"Warrior? Is this a warrior? But what is his martial soul?"

Yang Shaohua looked at the strong man's attack power and took a deep breath. The opponent was really strong enough. When the martial soul awakened, the power of the martial soul could be released outward or even injured people from the air, and could also form a range of impact.

However, this was just that the strong man used the power of the martial soul and did not summon the martial soul. If the power of the martial soul was summoned, then the more than ten people in front of him would be killed instantly. Moreover, the martial soul power of the martial soul was extremely powerful, just like a volcanic divine fire, hurting people and destroying enemies. The power of the martial soul alone could kill ordinary ninth-grade martial arts disciples.

However, just when he was surprised, the power of the martial soul in the strong man's body continued to condense, and the power of the manic martial soul was as irritable as a volcano, so he wanted to kill Liu Tian and others. Seeing this, Yang Shaohua pulled up the ice bow in his hand again, and arrows headed straight for the big man. However, every attack targeted the key points of the strong man, constantly looking for flaws.

Yang Shaohua's move obviously had some influence on the strong man, which made him condense his original movement and cut off the arrow in front of him with one palm.

"Tang Balama, the person who kills fat is you!!"

The strong man threw the arrow in his hand on the ground and turned around silently. His eyes were filled with endless murderous intent, which made people feel extremely scared.

"You guessed it, it's so boring!"

Yang Shaohua grinned, and a chuckled in response.

"Go to die!"

When the strong man heard Yang Shaohua's answer, the anger in his heart could not be emitted. His face turned cold, he gave up the attacks of Liu Tian and others, shouted and headed straight for Yang Shaohua.

Looking at the strong man who came to say it, Yang Shaohua was jumped and his body jumped backwards. "The Dragon Walk" was immediately displayed. The speed was far beyond everyone on the field. When the book was used, he hated him for a while. Yang Shaohua knew it at this time and wanted to grow more legs.

"Little bastard, stop me!"

Looking at Yang Shaohua who was running away, the strong man shouted angrily, and his figure flashed and hurriedly chased after him. The two of them were always one level apart, and the strong man's speed was steadily pressing against Zhao Feng.

"Tiangang Palm!"

The power of the martial soul in the strong man's body suddenly moved up, and it continued to condense into his palms like a volcano eruption, and then enveloped Yang Shaohua, like Mount Tai pressing the top of the top.

If this palm is replaced by Liu Tian or an ordinary ninth-grade martial artist, just this power of martial souls in the air may be killed directly, but Yang Shaohua is not an ordinary ninth-grade martial artist.

"Slay the wind!"

Yang Shaohua jumped up. This was his first time using the Crazy Demon Slash. The key points about the Crazy Demon Slash kept appearing in his mind. He took a deep breath and pulled out the hatchet behind him. A stream of golden light continued to spread to the blade along his hands, hovering on the blade. As he rotated, the breath on his body became more and more fierce. Then, according to the scene in his mind, he swung out with the strong man's palm force, which directly collided with the strong man's air-distance palm force.

boom……

Yang Shaohua's figure was swept by a strong wind, and then with the help of this force, the void jumped up and escaped from the strong man's second attack range.

"What a powerful knife!"

The strong man's figure was in the void. He even had his own attack that had been completely cut into two sections with the attack just now, and then it was swept away by the wind blade in the void.

After continuous training and understanding, Yang Shaohua had completely understood the first move of the Crazy Demon Slash. It can even be said that he can learn the second move. When he was studying the Crazy Demon Slash, the old man advised him not to learn it. Although this martial art is powerful, it also has great flaws. The perfect move of the first move can be comparable to ordinary fourth-grade martial arts, but if there is any mistake, it turns back into a madman. However, at this time, Yang Shaohua can escape from the strong man, and the greatest help is "The Dragon Story".

However, at this time, Yang Shaohua's performance caused a big wave of excitement in the eyes of others. A ninth-grade martial artist actually had a tough man, and the warrior had escaped without hesitation. What a surprise and puzzlement. "No wonder he could kill the fat man. He was indeed a little powerful, but I haven't used all my strength yet, wait for death!"

How come the strong man made a sound like thunder.

Yang Shaohua took a deep breath, almost looking for a breakthrough, but at this time, the others were not idle, and they all helped him and let the distance between him and the strong man open again.

He shook his slightly sore arms. Although he had escaped just now, his body was still idle. He put away the hatchet in his hand, regardless of his messy hair, picked up the ice bow, and started moving one after another.

Whoosh swish swish swish...
Chapter completed!